Nice night out with a redneck tough guy. Ha. I think I surprised him with my vehemence over wanting Magneto dead and buried, but he's the one who wants the whole Brotherhood wiped out ( Read more... )

Just pushing and pushing and pushing! How many times do I have to say, "Leave me alone," before they doPhone's off the hook. Router's off. TV's off. Windows and doors locked. Try to come and save me now, you ungrateful bastards. I'm doing this for your own good, and what do I get? Pushed into hysterics in a mom-and-pop bookstore in downtown Salem ( Read more... )

Die's cast, and all that crap. The column hit the newsstands, and then the shit hit the fan ( Read more... )

Well, at least the apartment's clean again. I even scrubbed the floors, and they'd needed it. I should do that more regularly. Wood doesn't clean itself, and it tracks dirt so easily ( Read more... )

I tried my leash a little tonight. Called up Scott Summers, asked him to meet me at Harry's for a bite and a chat. Nathan was in the room. I don't think he had a weapon on him, but probably. Probably. He let us talk, anyway. Didn't say anything afterward, either: just sat and watched me walk out. He probably called Tom right away ( Read more... )

I signed. I didn't know what else to do ( Read more... )

Fall evening. Empty sidewalk in Salem Center, New York.

No, not entirely empty.

A woman's low-heeled shoe, dyed nearly dark as garnets, with a gold rosette above the toe, lies a few feet from a business card too crumpled and smeared by sweat for legibility.

( 'Do you know, I heard of a position the other day, and I thought, absolutely, that Leah Canto would be perfect.' [Lydia] )

I did not mean to visit Sabitha Melcross and bitch about my life, my failed job search, my brush with the Brotherhood of Mutants, or my sad peripheral history with St. John Allerdyce ( Read more... )

Voicemail left for Detective Christopher Rossi:

"Hey, Rossi. Thanks a bunch for hooking me up with that Pat kid. The beer he gave me was especially welcome; maybe I'll get all my interrogators to bring along offerings like that. You spreading the word of my drinking problem through the city? Whatta guy." A pause. "Hey, I tell you Aaron Grossman ( Read more... )

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